Grandmama

Today, a postcard came in the mail.
It came from one of the most important and treasured people in my life.
My Grandmother.

Printed on the postcard was a poem entitled , " The Difference ".

The Difference

I got up early one morning
and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish that i didn't have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me,
and heavier came each task,
"Why doesn't God help me?"
I wondered,
He answered, "You didn't ask".

I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on grey and bleak,
I wondered why God didn't show me,
He said, "You didn't seek".
I tried to come into God's presence;
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
" My child, you didn't knock" .

I woke up early this morning,
and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that i had to take time to pray.

Lovely, no?

And of course, G-ma's loverly, inspirational words of wisdom :
Dont confuse a mere bend in the road as the end of the line.

I love my Umi. :) Thank you.

Oh, and American idol guys are the freaking bomb. Mom, Umi and I are obsessed with David Archuleta:)

Bubye.

Love,

Farah

A levels - and we're just getting started.

Scratching copious notes. Paper strewn wall to wall. Coffee, toast, alarm clocks, dictionaries. Elvis, Chicago, RENT, Maroon 5. Cacophony. Musical catastrophe. Lyrical, metaphysical mess. Parocial views, arcane passages, abtruse formulae . Neurons conflagrate. Quagmire. Predicament. Clap-trap. Jargon. Confusing cavort of fear mangled with desperate hopes. Entrappment. Dissolving aspirations. Abbhored system. Failure. Nadir of stained youth. Stark naked sheet; empty . Flare Flare. Scrawl Scrawl. Must finish. From the ramshacked slumps to the metropolis of the world.

Scratch On.

Word of the day: Comprimised.

I've been hit by the first wave of carrer-path breakdowns - an annual event that peaks during grad years. I feel that i've been shortchanged by the system. My potential has been curbed by the choices i made and the ones to come. And i've been comprimised as a person. Its not in my power to change it now - ok, fine; i have the choice of staying back a year and repeating my JC life in a different course. But how is that going to help me? I picked a science course because it supports career choice numero uno ; Medicine AND because i have the choice to switch to the Arts in Uni if i want to. Right?

But is this freedom to choose really worth a part of my character, personality, opinion, mind, soul and life being comprimised?

I've finally emailed Shazeea - a contact in Monash. Something i should have done 2 years ago. The interviews for the medicine faculty in Monash is this June. I really don't think i'll make it for those interviews. I'm definitely waaaay too insecure and lost for that and i doubt a sudden change of mind or a blast of optimism is lurking anywhere near.

Ah, teen-life crisis. Major teen-life crisis.

I hate how my youth is slipping away from me. Gonna be a old prune soon. A Hot old prune :) Heh. At least, my sense of humour has'nt been comprimised. Yet. I hope. Oh dear.

Sighing my minutes away amidst tutorials and caffeine,
the very exhausted,
Sulking Farah.

Sunday

Aloha.
I just got back from the gym. I feel so fresh. :)
Anyway, I'm going to make this short because I've got a pile of work sitting on my desk waiting for me.
Update,update.
Being a science student, i've been cursed with the March Common Test. - No, naming it a 'progress test' does NOT change anything. Morons.
But you know, a part of me is happy that i've got the tests - another incentive to glue myself to my desk and enslave myself to the power of the pen.
Also,i've started excercising! Major progress :)
I have to have to have to stick to a schedule that i've drawn up. I, Farah Bawany, hereby promise to stick to my study-schedule and i vow to walk home from school at least once a week, go for a run to bedok and back on Mondays and hit the gym on the weekends. I am so proud of myself. Not to mention over-ambitious.

Watched Sweeney yesterday. Ohmygosh. Brilliance. Masterpiece. I am dumbfounded. Loved it Loved it. No complaints whatsoever.


Here's the scene that we missed. I can beleive we missed this scene!



and my personal favourite..

Okay. OFF to work :) Got a wedding to attend later!

Ciao

Love,

Farah

Back to Barrack

Hillarious. WATCH WATCH WATCH.

Can the Cain,

Drill the Hill-Billie,

Vote for Obie-one-kenobie!

Twisting.

Note: The tittle of the post has nothing to do the post. So if you are interested, by any chance, in a post about vertigo and pain. Too bad, wrong page. BUBBYE.

Note to self: Am very wierd tonight. Perhaps, its because i am convinced that it is ONE AM. Not eleven pm. I mean, seriously??!!

Okay, so, my clockwork has gone a bit cukoo. I guess its synching with the rest of my body, eh?

Heh.

Oh. I know why i'm so tired. Its cos i finally exercised. Explains it all.

Ooh.Ooh. Coincidences. Don't you just love coincidences? ( I appologise for the abrupt switch in topic. Clearly, this post is unplanned and i'm rather woozy on Benedrill )

Back to coincidences, today, on my way to EXPO, i bumped into Nisa and Mas who were - get this- sitting next to Nadia, Syakira, Ryan and Hui Min at Starbucks who had bumped into Michael and Shaun and Xiang Yun. Okay. fine. Not a big coincidence. But still amusing to some extent. Right?

Anyway (back to a proper blog-like post), i spent my CNY holidays with the family. It was great reunion fun. Ate loads of yummy-yummy food and i went SHOPPING. * Beam of white light streams down from the heavens illuminating my illuminated... uhm.. empty.. uhm.. wallet.*

I'm not a natural materialist. I just found myself rather addicted to shopping this weekend. I went to Tebrau City's JUSCO - it's this magnificent mega-mall which is about 5 times the size of VivoCity. I am not exaggerating. I still feel like going back there despite the fact that i spent over hundreds of dollars on things - i quote the darling mother- " you have enough of theesseeee" " they all look the same " " its enough!!" . She is so menopausal. I think i'm catalysing the early enslaught of hormones. I should stop it. Should -the word of my life.

So yes, i shopped and only stopped only for Starbucks where i jacked up on three shots of caffeine, caramel and java chips that went straight to my.. err.. head. Heh.

As soon as i got my butt back to homeground, i was swept off to Sahara. For more sheesha with crazy friends who spilt VODKA on my NEW shoes. Grrr. My shoes are so preettty. Hello. I am Cinderella .

But yes. My weekend was SEXciting.

OOOH. Guess who is going for Santana's concert next Monday. Yeap. So smart my darling readers. I appologise. Being patronising is fun.From this side :)

I am going to get some shut-eye. Week of schoolschmool, here i come.

Oh , and if any of you find me loitering on the internet for an hour please, please call me and remind me that it is my A level year, and that my future is dangling on a really, really thin string.And if i snap this string, i'm screwed.

Friends

The hottest rodent ever. Period.

SHOES

goodbye darlings,

swindling, bumbbling, bee,

farah:)

Yes, we can.

Hillary in the lead but there is still hope. In Obama's words, "there has never been anything false about Hope."

Here's a really nice video put together by numerous stars from the US who now not only grace the pages of magazines, but also steer the votes of the youth and citizens of The United States Of America through the universal language of music. It's really nice and somewhat reminds me of Martin Luther. Just, watch. :)